April swallowed hard as she had told Miss Summers she had torn the letter up, but she couldn’t admit that to Clara who might think she had been hood...inked in to spanking her. “Oh, erm, that’s cool, Clara. Thank you for that.” April reckoned that she would probably get asked how come she got spanked but she would tell Miss Summers it was a joke text. That should do it, April told herself. Mind you, she still had to tell Clara how come Mrs M would most likely spank her if she misbehaved, but she. She hoped it would. She hoped that Farviewing was going to be better than simply calling on the phone as on Earth."Do you wish to accompany me, Amanda?" Sirinna asked.Amanda had not expected that question. "Um... accompany you?" I said you were no longer to be treated as a Trainee, so naturally you could come with me. We can eat with the other slaves as well if you wish." Um... I think I'd like us to eat here, Mistress." She paused and continued in a lower voice heavy with emotion, "I want to. I wished I had stayed back with my friends for a little while longer, but I was eager to get back home and play video games. I wished, I hadn’t walked in on our black neighbor in the middle of our living room, his pants pulled down his waist, with my mom on her knees, her eyes closed, her soft, warm mouth filled with his thick black cock. I wished I did not stand in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth dry, as I watched my mom slurp on his huge black cock, her soft pink lips stretched wide by its. Or his inbred nephew, and daddy had better not say anything about it.Advertisements began showing up in the newspapers, Henry Ford had ... Jobs ... five dollars a day!! Big money. There were even folks who showed up with busses and took the poor, dirt scratching, share cropping, farmer straight to the factory. Go to work, son. You can find a place to live after hours.In 1900, Detroit had a population of almost two hundred ninety thousand. Ten years? ... four hundred sixty-five thousand, and ten.